I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Chen Zhiyuan praised the trenches of the special operations platoon.

The other soldiers also looked over curiously.

"The special operations platoon's trenches are edged with gold? Is that enough to make the company commander praise them like this?"

"What else can a trench be?"

"The company commander was probably being sarcastic. Even if the trenches those four dug were good, could they really be better than the trenches we eight dug?"

"Exactly, didn't you see that the company commander couldn't speak after that? He was probably worried sick."

A group of people, carrying shovels and hoes, stood in front of the special operations platoon's trench.

This time, it was their turn to be speechless.

"..."

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

"You...which of the four of you is the bricklayer?"

"No, we're just digging a trench, do you really need to go this far?"

"Compared to this, our place is practically a doghouse."

An old soldier said with a sour tone, "Isn't making it all so nice for the same purpose?"

"Those leaves can be used as clothes, can they?" Wu Hanfeng retorted bluntly, "Quality is also a proof of ability. If you're so capable, why don't you come up with that standard for your class too?"

The veteran was speechless.

They looked at the neat, square trenches dug by the special operations squad, without even any unevenness, and then looked at their own trenches.

The eight of them, with tremendous effort, dug a pitted, crooked trench.

In this trench, if someone walks from the east to the west, they'll be on an elevator; if they walk to the west, they'll become a moving target.

Chen Zhiyuan said disdainfully, "Look at this yourselves. Five veterans and one newbie, and this is all you dug up."

"I felt so embarrassed."

The veteran lowered his head in shame.

More and more people came upon hearing the commotion and saw the special operations squad's trenches, which were as standard as those in a textbook.

He angrily threw down the shovel.

"Damn it, they're all animals! Four people actually did this?"

"Even the donkeys in the production team aren't as fierce as those in the special operations squad."

"I also think that the special operations squad should fill in for the donkeys that are off duty in the production team."

"Are these four on some kind of super-energizer? If they really work, give me some..."

At this moment, the four people were lying on the ground, lifeless.

They were so tired they didn't even have the strength to speak.

"You've rested enough, it's time to get up."

Wu Hanfeng glanced at the four people on the ground.

The four men looked at Wu Hanfeng with mournful expressions and silently got up from the ground.

Zhao Yihang pushed himself up with his hands, and behind him was a red, incomplete handprint on the ground.

"hiss--"

He carefully blew the sand off his palms, and only then did everyone realize that his palms were already a bloody mess.

The same applies to Qian Kun and Sun Dawei.

Ma Teng still had a large, wet blister on his palm.

The other class monitors who had joined in the fun remained silent.

They never expected that what would shock them would come from four new recruits.

Look at the four special operations squad members whose hands were covered in blood and flesh, yet they never stopped digging to the bottom without uttering a sound.

Then he looked at the soldiers he had brought with him.

He was utterly humiliated.

The squad leaders, with solemn expressions, called for their soldiers to assemble.

"Did you see the special operations team's results just now?"

"We saw it," the soldiers replied listlessly.

The class monitor's face darkened further.

"Haven't you eaten? Why are you so quiet? If you don't want to eat, then don't eat later. You'll eat when you dig out the special forces platoon's markings!"

The class monitors of other classes followed suit.

The soldiers immediately began to wail in pain.

"No!"

"Why should we? We simply can't do it."

"They are livestock, we are human beings, how can we compare them?"

"Ugh—why is all the training in the wild going wrong?"

"Special Forces Platoon, I hate you."

......

With everyone's efforts and repeated refinement, the trenches had barely taken a decent prototype. However, for the Special Forces, the difference was simply between brand customization and knockoffs.

After making revisions all morning, Chen Zhiyuan turned a blind eye and approved most of the acceptable versions.

I've already said not to fall for something too amazing when you're young... trenches!

It was finally noon.

Chen Zhiyuan announced the list of those who will get to eat chicken legs.

"Special Operations Platoon, chicken drumsticks for everyone!" Chen Zhiyuan shouted. "You all must learn from the Special Operations Platoon, learn their spirit and their perseverance in the face of difficulties."

"If it were you, knowing that your team only had four combat-capable members and one troublemaker who was just filling in, while your competitors were teams of 8-10 people, you would have come to me with your opinions long ago."

"But not only did they not complain, they were the first to finish, and they even made the most standard trenches in the entire regiment!"

Wu Hanfeng was smiling, but when he heard "a charlatan" and "a troublemaker," his smile froze.

Chen Zhiyuan, you little brat, you're deliberately seeking revenge!

You dared to speak ill of me in front of so many people, you just wait!

Amidst thunderous applause from the other platoons, the special operations platoon strode confidently to the mess hall and loudly announced their name.

The other party put chicken legs on their plates.

The group was incredibly proud.

In an instant, all the fatigue from the morning vanished.

"This chicken leg is the best I've ever eaten!"

"Did you see the look in those soldiers' eyes in the third squad? They practically wanted to tear my chicken leg apart," Qian Kun said, still shaken.

"Hehe, it tastes better when they watch us eat."

Half of the classes didn't get a chicken leg because their trenches weren't up to standard.

Smelling the aroma of meat wafting in the air, I could only angrily poke at my rice with my chopsticks.

"I want to eat meat too!"

"I'm so hungry, I can feel the chicken leg beckoning to me."